The Inevitable

Helping a five and a half year old deal with the concept of death and loss fucking sucks. But in a way it is the greatest thing also because it forces the issue upon us too. The stories we tell ourselves. The fables and religious ideology that we cling to when we are forced to face these things. The waking at three o'clock in the morning, gasping for breath, sweating with the realization of the inevitability, the finality, the infinity that continues with out us. But that's what kids are for, right? Little J said to me yesterday, "Mommy, I love you infinity plus infinity!"... Oh! If you only knew!